The boy dragged himself along, trying he best to keep moving in the freezing cold. His feet felt like they were burning, as he slightly began to feel a numb stiff feeling course through his lower half. His small fingers were already turning blue from his low cold resistance and his eyes took willpower to keep open.
"Can you stop this idiotic tantrum of yours… I don't mind wiping the floor with your ass… but don't involve civilians…" I glared at him then I realized his peculiar behavior, he dropped his cane and walked towards me as if I'm an oasis and he's already one foot under.
